He's like the colour purple
His grandeur aura wraps him
In a safe circle
Where he's protected
From the illusions
Of the things unknown
And the things unsaid
He's powerful holding his ground
A mysterious phoenix
Who nobody saw
He was feral and unbound
Living in his manor
Surrounded by souls
Still finding a safe haven
To burn into ashes again
In the haven
Where the truth unfolds
With the self deceived lies
And a pride to withhold
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
